The Legend of Two Golden Guns Pedro

Straw wide hat and a thin mustache

The charm is emphasized by his evil laugh

Flicker a smile with a golden tooth

Old worn pistols beside a flute

Wanders along with Two Golden Guns Pedro

The clank of his boots crushed the rocks below

Don't travel alone, the sheriff says so

Two plated guns hand on his side

Robbing and pillaging passers-by

That's the trade of Two Golden Guns Pedro

Bags of money, the bankers and traders watch their backs

The lawmen always travel in a pack

So travel with a pistol lest you be hurt

Strangers learn to avoid the desert

Pray you don't encounter Two Golden Guns Pedro

Pedro escaped them before, the hangman was too late

His execution was set for a postponed date

The cell lock was picked and the deputy dead

Back on the road with a price of his head

The day they lost Two Golden Guns Pedro

Walk with company, or don't walk at all

Ride fast or risk a cannonball

I read this from the grave, to warn of riding slow

His voice came from behind

"Hand over our money, Amigo"

The day I encountered Two Golden Guns Pedro